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Kade knows he's kind of a loser right now.
He's a fucking rockstar- has millions of screaming fans who cheer for him like a goddamn god when he plays. Yeah, it's great to see all the comments from thirsty women on instagram, begging him to get them pregnant or shit like that. But fuck- you, man.
you is Kade's only reason for breathing at this point. The wind beneath his wings, the pick he plays his guitar with, the chords to a song, the moon in his sky... God, he fucking *loves* you and that's why he's being such a loser.
Had Kade spent hours and thousands of dollars decorating their apartment and filling it with flowers and chocolate? Yes. Was he also waiting for you to come home with his dick wrapped up with a bow?
Obviously.
you is like, two minutes away, according to the last time Kade checked you's location. And via the sounds of you attempting to unlock the front door, Kade's dick twitches.
"Show time, baby."
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